Thursday, June 26, 2008

I thought I would update all those who read my blog (all 2.5 of them) the status on my lost camera. Check this out...

Last night I had a great dream.

In the dream I walked into my bedroom, over to the right side of my bed. And I found my camera! The one I'd lost.

So when I woke up I thought maybe I should just look. I thought maybe it would be under my bed somewhere or in a drawer. So I did. And there it was! Right where it was in my dream. Who knows why I didn't see it before?! Wow, I can't tell you how happy that made me! It made me feel like the most loved, special girl. Because I know I have the best Dad in the whole world, and he's looking out for me, and wants me to have my camera so I can take beautiful pictures.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

It's a plastic toy camera with 120 film format, and I think I actually ruined my first roll when I loaded it. I'd forgotten how to do it! It's a bit cumbersome and requires more planning for each shot. BUT... the film that isn't ruined is going to turn out AWESOME. Seriously people - get ready to see some amazing shots! Not because I'm a great photographer - she's just a great camera. And I love her.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

It's a poetic narrative by Calvin Miller. I found it one night last week in Jen's bookshelf and read the entire thing that night.

"What would you like to be when you grow up, little girl?"

"Alive."_______________

"But the word... the word they wrote upon your face is gone."

The Singer reached up to his forhead where the searing iron had left the accusation of the council. The word was gone indeed.

"It is," he said, "because Earthmaker cannot bear a lie. He could not let me wear the word for He is Truth. He knows no contradiction in himself. So learn this, my little friend, no man may burn a label into flesh and make it stay when heaven disagrees."_______________

If she has loved him, a man will carry anything for his mother - a waterpot or a world._______________

Never had he been the way he walked, yet his feet knew every step. He could not cease to marvel how they moved his body forward through the mist of circumstances which he vaguely knew by name._______________

Blessed are those who die for reasons that are real, for they themselves are real.